Simply-Kitt

Amputee things keep breaking     off   I keep losing piece s i looked down today  my left middle toe      on the floor then the right kneecap          then my stomach dropped             away knowing it's natural, all part of growing up does nothing to dispell the phantom pain of a thigh that went away an eye gone blind and shrunken    a clump of hair my teeth seem to go one      by      one they seem to be pregnant when they leave like a teenage mother full of all the things I did not say each packed with a million words and ancedotes i should have told the truth i accept this desertion after all I don't want to be attached to

Seep I find the cracks see the flaws     perfect as they are I sneak in drip    drip          drip dripping through the gaps Until I hit the cold cement bottom of your deception 90 minutes        in and     out I worm my way into the depth of the front you put up moving through all of the bullshit those cracks are just the beginning if its the last move of my flow my course I will e r o d e you I will eat through your foundation I will corrupt your bedrock and when you feel me slithering into every crevass possessing and drowning you you      will     pray     for     me

Dear Whoever as if anyone would ever bother reading this shit I mean c'mon useless words on lined and lonley pages are only for my eyes burning with tears and ciggerette smoke I ran from my hole my whole place of safety only to meet my memories on unfamiliar ground like a war with no home-court advantage Willing and whittling my hours praying for some temporary lack of conciousness to help me escape from this pattern of bad coffee and even worse love letters.

You make me inherently nervous everything you do and more of what you don't Never saying a kind word never raising a hand to me has kept me off-kilter out of my groove that is yours anyway chattering teeth and marked pacing pinprick pupils and raw fingertips are your spoils for undermining my only safe hideout my head is now yours as well

There had never been anything particularly special about Gretchen Waverly. She had no spectacular skills that would earn her renown, nor was she anything of a beauty. Her teeth had been aligned with the help of braces and her eyesight dictated that she wear her wire-framed glasses every day. She could speak no other languages, the grades she earned were fair, and the hair on her head was bushy so that she subconsciously tried to flatten it when boys were around. Making friends had never been a strong suit of Gretchen's but she had a handful of kindred outcasts with whom she could eat lunch with. Riding the bus while the other kids drove thei